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These remarks were made by Mrs Rumbelow as she was endeavouring to place the young ladies and their mother in the most comfortable position she could select in the narrow space allotted to them. In the meantime, the boat ran on as before amid the raging seas; several had broken partially on board, and four hands were kept continually bailing, to get rid of the water which thus got into her.
Just then Sergeant Rumbelow himself came up: in appearance he was very unlike his wife. Whereas she was tall and thin, he was comparatively short and broad; indeed, though of the regulation height, his width made him appear shorter than he really was; while his countenance, though burnt and tanned by southern suns and exposure to all sorts of weather, was fat and rubicund.
"Should rain come on, there is something it wants," observed Mrs Rumbelow, who had been very active in bringing up the things from the boats. "We must spread a flooring of some sort. It will not do for Mrs Morley and the young ladies to lie on the bare ground." Saying this, and summoning the other women, she hurried off to the wood.
"Willy, your forethought has saved our lives, I fully believe," observed Harry, as he, with others, began baling away with might and main. Mrs Rumbelow, who at that instant made her appearance from the cabin, followed their example, having seized a saucepan at her feet. Another and another sea followed. "Bale away, my lads! bale away!" cried Mrs Rumbelow.
Willy fell ill, and Mrs Rumbelow begged that she might nurse him, a favour very readily granted: indeed, had it not been for her watchful care, the doctor declared that little Dicey would have slipped through his fingers. We need not accompany the "Ranger" in her course.
It was no easy matter to steer the ship while the rudder was being repaired; the only means of doing so was by keeping the yards swinging to and fro, in order to direct the ship's head towards the opening between the bergs. Mrs Rumbelow insisted on lending a hand in pulling and hauling.
When Mrs Morley was seen accompanying her daughters, Mrs Rumbelow came up to her. "Please, marm, I beg your pardon, but that must not be. What is play to us is killing work for you. Let an old woman advise you, and don't go and knock yourself up. Mr Shafto commands here, and I am sure he will say I am right."
There was charcoal only sufficient to cook breakfast for the next day. Every one was suffering more or less from thirst. "Cheer up, friends," cried Mrs Rumbelow, whose throat, though she did not say so, was as if a hot iron had been thrust down it. "Yonder is the land, and we there may hope to find water and provisions of some sort."
While Mrs Rumbelow and her willing assistants were busily cooking the last meal they could hope to enjoy on shore for many days, the men were engaged in stowing the boats with their fresh provisions, and as large a supply of fuel as they could carry. Prayer was offered up, Mrs Morley reading a chapter in the Bible, and then the whole party embarked.
Do not let such nonsense enter your heads, my dears." "We wanted you, Mrs Rumbelow, to inquire of the seamen what they think about the matter," said Willy. "I will do no such thing, and that's my answer," replied the sergeant's wife; "harm may come to the ship, but it won't be because of that, or anything of the sort."
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